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“That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure; No plot so narrow, be but Nature there, No waste so vacant, but may well employ Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes 'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good, That we may lift the soul, and contemplate With lively joy the joys we cannot share.”

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

This book encompasses a wide range of writings by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, showcasing his contributions to English literature and philosophy. It includes his celebrated poems such as 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' and 'Kubla Khan', as well as his philosophical treatises on topics like the imagination and the nature of the mind. more

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet, critic, and philosopher, renowned for his works such as 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' and 'Kubla Khan'. A leading figure in the Romantic movement, his work has had a significant impact on English literature. more

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